I have a theory that good kids are just saving up their badness for high school. That seems to be what happened with my son, who had always been a good boy. Then, when he was a senior, he kind of went nuts.
There was a party he really wanted to go to. Because the circumstances were shady, i.e. I was given few details and was, we’ll say, highly discouraged from calling the mother of the friend whose house the party would be at, I forbade him to go.
Naturally, he was displeased. So, on the night in question, when I discovered he had left the house, I called his cell phone. Amazingly, he answered, and I told him in no uncertain terms that he was to turn around this instant. You know the drill. But what happened next was something neither of us could have predicted.
My son was so angry, he slammed his fist down on the steering wheel and somehow dislodged the horn mechanism. This didn’t mean that his horn simply went off. It went off and kept blaring all the way home, in the late evening, for several miles. At that point, he had no choice but to come home anyway, because he needed my husband to fix it. Naturally, we heard him coming loud and clear and were ready for him!
-Judy, mother of 1